"An' you sae douce, wha' sneer at this, ye're naught but senseless asses, O'
The wisest man the world e'er saw, he dearly lo'ed the lasses, O!

Auld nature swears the lovely dears, her noblest wark she classes, O'
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, then she made the lasses, O!"

Robbie Burns, my kind of guy.

Mick